Page 20 of Merciless Promise
Soon, more than his eyes were on me as he reached out and stroked my cheek. This was something a true groom would do to his bride. It was an act of reverence, which I knew he didn’t possess for me. I arched my brow at him as he traced my lips with his thumb, then dropped it, along with two roving fingers moving lower.
“Kingston,” I gasped the moment they dropped to the base of my throat, and he squeezed.
“You played your part well today. I think you’re deserving of a reward, puisín. Do you agree?”
I nodded, then when his grip tightened ever so slightly, I quickly verbally responded as well. “Yes.”
“You’re still so submissive right now,” he said as his lip quirked upward. “Are you going to be the ever obedient wife?”
I rolled my eyes at the very thought. My hand came up to his, and I quickly ripped his from my throat, then spun around to walk away. As I took a few steps forward, I huffed. “In your dreams. I’m married to you to serve a mutual purpose, and nothing?—”
Kingston caught up with me, and the way he jerked my back to his chest and returned his hand to my throat did not upset me, but rather made me wetter. I loved to goad him into taking me roughly, as it was the only way I could reconcile my recent life decisions and not want to panic. I needed the center of an uncontrolled fucking to distract me, and if he did it right, put me to sleep where I wouldn’t have to dwell on things.
“Surely you didn’t think I was going to kneel at your feet,” I said to him as his other hand drifted down my belly.
“You would if I so much as ordered it,” he responded. He leaned in and nipped my ear before whispering into it. “I could make you beg for my cock.”
“Ha,” I barked out, although a small voice I had tried to keep hidden in recent weeks pointed out that he was partially right. “In your dreams,” I said once more.
“And what is in yours?” he asked me as he licked up the lobe, then bit down on it once again.
“A life without you in?—”
“Liar!” he spat out, then tightened his grip to the point that I had to remember to breathe out of my nose, which was a struggle. “I bet your panties are already wet.”
I said nothing, but did bite my lip to hold back from moaning the moment he hiked my tight dress up, then slipped his hand between my legs. My head fell back against him as he stroked me through the silk, which he was correct in assuming was damp. Tonight, he was going to fuck me so hard. I was determined to make sure that he did, so I plastered on a smile, then turned my head to the side so I could look up at him.
“And don’t flatter yourself too much because I was thinking about someone else,” I lied.
“Perhaps my brother. Did he play with your pussy before he tried to eat it, too? Or did you?—”
His words were cut off the moment I reached up and slapped him. I think my action surprised him even more than it had me. I couldn’t even be mad, seeing as I had tried taunting him. Any mention of Princeton was my breaking point, and he would learn that tonight.
Instead of being angry, his grin turned feral. “So, our wedding night is going to be one of those,” was all he said.
“One of what?” I asked seconds before he pushed me away from him.
I stumbled for a step or two, then fell onto the bed. Moments later, Kingston was on me, tugging the back of my dress up so that it was completely to my waist. I heard the rendering of mysilk panties more than I felt it, and a total body shiver wracked my frame.
“I was going to take you like a lady tonight, but you had other plans. It’s a good thing I’m more than willing to oblige them.”
Before I could say anything, he rose off me and quickly removed his shoes and pants. As I felt his weight back on the bed, I tried to crawl away, but he was on me before I could get more than a few inches away. Kingston used his knee to wedge my legs apart, then he slipped his hands under me and raised me up.
I went to my knees, then he lined his cock up and slammed into me. I bit down on my bottom lip. No matter how many times he took me, or how, I had yet to acclimate to his size. Or his piercings. I felt the four metal tips against my cervix before he withdrew and plunged forward again.
“Fuck,” I cried out.
Shit, this hurt even more because he would go balls deep, then stop. I didn’t know if the pain was more physical or mental, but he was covering me so completely that I couldn’t move. Again, he repeated his same action, this time slamming forward even harder, which sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
By the time he was through with me tonight, I knew I would experience one hell of a toe-curling orgasm, not that I didn’t each night I was in bed with him. If the sex had been bad, I never could’ve gone through with this regardless of the risk. Luckily for me, I couldn’t get enough of him.
That was never something I would openly admit, especially unsolicited, so I reverted back to my earlier sass. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
I grimaced seconds later as my left ass cheek exploded in pain from his palm. He delivered two more strikes in rapid succession, and I nearly bit my tongue. That side was now onfire, and as if he knew it, he dug his long fingers into my flesh. I was certain that might even leave a mark, but I didn’t care.
I wanted it...I craved it...I needed it...
“You could never be submissive because you like to top too much, Ekaterina.”
